His Loving Words… Poem by Louise Tredoux

His Loving Words…



Did I ever mention to you that to me
the world is meaningless, senseless,
my existence is totally useless, that
I struggle to invent meaning for myself
every day, creating the world anew
in this way? When I lost my beloved
temporarily; I was forced to admit
that without him I might just as well
be dead, I can only see meaning in
total devotion to a cause of love and
I have only ever loved him – music,
of course, and beautiful things; but
what I see with my eyes I can’t retain;
what I hear with my ears will not stay
within me, all I ever take with me is
a memory of texture and touching
and words – his loving words, his
assurances of love; I shall frame
each of his letters; their meaning
resounding in my heart – that is
all I will ever have of previous things;
no jewels or money, fame or wealth
is as important to me as he is; since
he declared his love; I lived as a human
being – before I was just a stone, as
cold and as hard, as lonely and as
unchanging – but if he allows me to
be his wife, bear his child; I will have
created meaning in my life…

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